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Memoirs of the innocent.

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Memoirs of the innocent. CHAPTER 1 I jolted, as I felt a wet, slippery canine tongue slide down the side of my polished cheek. "Are you ok, Emily?" My mother enquired, with concern. "Fine mum, Basil just scared me. That's all," I replied, wiping my cheek of the thick slobber down the side of my face. Something had obviously excited Basil. "Nearly there, I can already see the mailbox outside our new home." My mother enthusiastically shouted. "Bet it feels just like home, doesn't it dad?" I asked, knowing well that he and mum used to live in this village, years ago. "Indeed," He plainly replied. He never wanted to move back, not after Sophie's death, it was always Mother's plea that made him agree. I never knew why though, it was described to me to be such a communal and bliss town, and I was never really told what happened to Sophie, she would have been twenty four this year. "Describe it to me, mum. I want to know everything." I pleaded, joyfully. I heard the car window unwind. "Ok dear, on either side of the long, concrete path leading to our wooden front door are two, great oak trees, surrounded by two fields, covered vastly with lush green grass." I sat anxiously, visualising the home, and beautiful surroundings in which soon, I would be able to gaze upon with my own eyes. I felt the car grind slowly to a halt. "Here we are, your dad will help you out of the car," My mother calmly muttered, in her attempt to conceal her utmost excitement. I sat silent for seconds, before my dad retracted the door gently from beside me. I felt a cold, yet sweaty hand pull gently on my arm. "Out you get, nice and gently, don't forget your cane now," My dad told me. I grasped my stick from my seat and placed my feet firmly on the warm, rough Texas ground. ...read more.


The grass seemed to become browner, and darker, the closer the shack it came, and a shroud of dense, polluted fog organised itself in an almost human spectrum surrounding the shack. I could just make out, through my primarily squinted eyes; the figure of an old and frail woman standing inanimately on her door step, facing into the dark cosmos. My father turned towards me, perch on one knee and, as though he was whispering, told me. "That there, what you see before you, is the house belonging to the witch-doctor. Possessed by an anti-ageing divine spirit; she is able to utilize godly powers. She specialises in devil worshipping and otherworldly experiences. Promise me; promise me Emily, you will never go near that house, promise me" I glanced over to the house once more, pulling my eyes from my father's. "Ok dad." I sighed. He pulled himself from the ground and we continued in the opposite direction toward the graveyard. "Time to meet your sister," My father said, almost artificially. "Really?" I cried, once again gripping tightly my father's hand. He didn't reply, he only walked me towards the graveyard, surrounded magnificently by large aesculus trees, and neatly arranged, small potted plants. My Father creaked the gate open, and led me through the winding graves, onto a small plot of land. The land had upon it a moderately sized, gravestone reading: In memory of Sophie Chelvase. Who was murdered age seven, upon this very Texas plain. Loved, and never forgotten. I knelt upon the grass before me and felt my eyes swell with tears for a sister I never knew. "How?" I cried; looking up at my Father. He simply placed his hand upon my shoulder, and looked towards the grave. I burst into tears, and fell into my Father's arms, mortified by the thought of what Sophie had experienced. "Come on dear, let's go." ...read more.


"NO!" I screamed, as he pushed me to the ground. I scuttled backwards on my backside. "I knew you'd find out, one day." He shuddered, twitching his neck and revealing from behind him a small, sharpened axe. "You will share her fate" The figure told me. Walking towards me slowly. He grabbed me by the throat; I straggled, and broke free. I ran - screaming - towards the house. I made it inside, and sprinted into the front room, where my mother was sat knitting. "What ever is wrong?" She cried, placing down her yarn. I watched out of the back window, my father walking in through the back door, still holding the blade. "It's dad! He killed Sophie! He's trying to kill me!" I screamed, in complete disgust. "Oh it's ok dear, come here." My Mother held out her arms and pulled me in tight towards her bosom, still sat on the sofa. I heard my Father's footsteps as he walked into the room. I tried to break free of my Mother's arms, but she held on tight. I struggle for freedom. I felt the axe penetrate deep into my back. As I regurgitated blood from my inners I felt my Mother push her fingers deep into my eye sockets, I watched my body fall limp to the floor. As my parents lifted it and left the room with it, I kept screaming, I watched my own body being mutilated, but felt no pain. I felt if anything, solemn. I embrace the moment, devastated, yet calm. And with that, I walked slowly toward the door, to where my parents took my body. I floated to the door, and before I could leave, a bright white cloud appeared before me. It vanished, to reveal the old lady with no eyes from before. She began to change, and within seconds, before me, appeared a young lady before me. "Hello" She said, in the same voice as the old lady's. "It's me, your sister." ...read more.

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